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It was not an overstatement to say that Rory was the best part of Sara and Leonard's life. She was a beacon of light in what once had been a lot of darkness, but it wasn't always that way.

Pregnancy was unexpectedly difficult for Sara, as she found herself to be physically limited in way she hadn't experienced before. She had spent years figuring out healthy ways to handle intense emotions — normally, she would work out or spar or even just go for a run to burn off those affects — but now those methods were useless. Pregnancy hormones certainly had her feeling very strongly about a lot of things, and while there were still things she was able to do (yoga, in particular) physical activity was one of her main strategies for channeling emotions, and losing that had its consequences.

She ended up spending most of her pregnancy's final months alternating between spending hours draped across any comfortable surface while she watched TV or played old video games, and angry outbursts, in which she yelled violent things towards irrational problems in her life like the weather and the distance between the couch and the fridge.

Leonard had all but been reduced to a psychological punching bag for her, and he had long since decided to just take it because, technically, he couldn't share this burden with Sara and he'd deal with it just as she was.

"Never again!" Sara had once shouted from across the house. Leonard, his concern only raised a small amount, went to find his wife.

"If you plan on wanting another one of these, go take it off the street," Sara told him with a glare, "I'd rather deal with the aftermath of that than go through this again."

Leonard raised an eyebrow.

When Sara didn't say anything more, he said, "Understood."

But then Victoria was born and none of that mattered anymore. In fact, Sara was instantly so lost in her daughter that the discomfort she'd been in was already a distant memory.

Sara's family was the first to visit them in the hospital, a few hours after Victoria was born. Her mother was the first to cry, dissolving into tears the moment she stepped through the doorway and saw Sara gazing down at her sleeping daughter with so much love in her eyes. She collapsed against Quentin with her hands to her face, attempting to hide her outburst of emotion. Quentin had put a comforting arm around her and raised his eyebrows, amused.

Laurel managed to last a few moments longer than her mother, making it across the room and to the hospital bed before she laid her eyes on her niece and broke down. She wiped ferociously at her eyes, attempting to stop the flow of tears that had begun.

"Oh, Sara!" she exclaimed, "She's so beautiful!"

"Thanks," Sara murmured.

Quentin walked over to the bed at a much slower pace than his daughter's.

"Hi Dad," Sara whispered.

"Hi baby girl. You did a good job." Quentin kissed his daughter's forehead. His eyes met Leonard's, "Both of you."

Leonard was sitting beside Sara on the hospital bed. One arm was around her shoulders, his hand resting gently on her arm. The other was extended towards his daughter, his thumb rubbing her cheek like he'd done when she'd been on the Waverider so long ago. Her cheeks were much smaller now, but just as soft. He vaguely remembered describing them as like velvet.

Sara would tell Leonard this a million times, but in this moment, looking at her husband and their baby, she decided that Victoria's cheeks were just like his had been when they'd kidnapped his infant self.

"Do you want to hold her." Sara said to her father.

Quentin smiled, "Of course I want to hold her."

Sara carefully handed Victoria over to her father and watched him carefully support the baby's head in the corner of his elbow. He gently bounced her up and down a few times before becoming still and simply looking down at her. After a while, Sara's mother and sister's quiet sniffling was joined by her father's.

"Dad!" Sara groaned. "Not you too!"

"I'm so proud of you." Quentin ignored her, his face reddening from the effort of concealing his emotions.

"I know that." Sara rolled her eyes. "You tell me every time I see you."

"Well, this time I really mean it." he replied, and Sara scoffed, feigning offense. "You've grown up."

"Thanks, dad." Sara replied, smiling up at her family.

Victoria was passed to and from each member of Sara's family for another quarter of an hour, until Quentin and Dinah took their leave. Laurel left with them, saying as she did that she'd be back in Central City with the rest of team Arrow to visit once Sara and Leonard had settled in at home with their daughter.

Sara readjusted herself on the hospital bed, being careful to not jostle or wake Victoria. She slid over a bit and let Leonard sit more comfortably next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her towards his side. She let her head fall and rest on his shoulder, reaching one hand up to grab his own, not moving it from the grip he had on her. Leonard leaned over to plant a long kiss on the top of Sara's head.

They stayed like that, sitting peacefully with their new baby, for a while until they heard a quiet knocking on the door, which opened moments afterwards to reveal Lisa Snart.

"Hi!" she whispered. Leonard looked up and upon seeing his sister, smiled even brighter. Lisa crossed the room and placed a hand on Sara's shoulder. "So this is Victoria?"

"Yeah." Leonard smiled.

"She's even cuter than you were," she teased.

"For once I have to agree with you."

"I'm not going to stay too long. You need your rest but I wanted to see how you guys are doing."

"We're great."

Lisa looked down at her brother, who's eyes had not left Victoria once. She watched him for a moment.

"Scared, Lenny?"

"A bit."

"Well don't be," she smirked. "Trust me, you were a better dad to me than our actual father. You'll do fine."

"Thanks, kid."

Lisa stayed for about twenty minutes before she left, saying as she went that she'd come back before they went home to see if they needed a hand with anything.

A few minutes later, a nurse came into their room and asked if Sara was interested in showering or changing her clothes.

"Yes, both," Sara said, relieved. She passed Victoria over to Leonard and then slowly sat up and allowed the nurse to help her to the bathroom.

Victoria woke up at some point during the minutes Sara was gone. Leonard watched as she slowly blinked her blue eyes, adjusting herself to the unfamiliar light, and felt his heart swell with an amount of love he hadn't thought himself capable of.

Sara then emerged from the bathroom, wearing baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt Leonard swore must have been his at one point, but she'd claimed it long ago.

She climbed back into the hospital bed. Leonard moved to give Victoria back to her, but she shook her head, instead curling around Leonard's side and resting her cheek on his arm. She placed her hand on Victoria's blanket, holding tightly onto the soft cotton folds.

Mick was the last to visit, showing up with barely fifteen minutes left within visiting hours. Leonard wasn't sure he'd come at all, not because he thought Mick wasn't happy for them, but because he had trouble with moments that were filled with happiness and love. Those were two things that Mick was not accustomed to, and didn't really know how to deal with, but he'd shown up just the same.

He'd hovered by the door for a few moments before slowly stepping closer to the bed.

"What's her name?" he asked gruffly and Leonard could see the discomfort in his eyes.

"Victoria." Leonard replied.

"That's good." Mick grunted his approval. He took another few steps nearer to look down at the infant in Leonard's arms.

"We're gonna call her Rory, if that's okay with you." Sara added, looking up from her daughter to smirk at Mick.

"Yeah." Mick replied, and Leonard swore it was scratchier than normal. "Yeah, that's okay with me."